Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Brick,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.